[LAUNDRY DAY]

[cakeordeathnote]

[ladies and gentlemen! if you direct your attention to a small room down the hall, you will find one (1) laundry room containing one (1) scrawny panda man who is seated on top of the dryer, like so. the washer to the right is whirring and shaking which can only mean one thing...

...today? is laundry day. well. that would explain why he's in just

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[icklemail]

*is drawn by the noise*

*looks up curiously*

Hey! What're you doing?

[cakeordeathnote]

[opens one eye! oh, it's a tiny person! he nods by way of greeting.]

I am waiting for my clothes to finish washing.

[icklemail]

Ohhhh.

*looks down at own clothes - yeah, they could probably do with a wash...*

When yours are done can you show me how?

[cakeordeathnote]

I could do that.

[looks up, thinking]

Perhaps it would be wise to wash several sets of clothing at once, to cut back on laundry room congestion...

[lue_theday]

(( Um... brainstorming session, perhaps? If others are up for it.

Also, naked time tag for the win. ))

[icklemail]

((I too would be up for a brainstorming session...))

[lue_theday]

(( For the win. Perhaps we can get something rigged up then. :D ))

[askjeevas]

[brainstorming session sounds like more fun~]

[gamesonthebrain]

*peers into this room, it is noisy but not from people talking... skinny half-naked guy on top of dryer? intrigued! has been wearing these clothes for a while longer than he'd like to, as well*

... *steps in and glances around, then at dryer-guy, little grin* Is this a private washing machine or can anybody use it?

[cakeordeathnote]

[the upside to being trapped in a mansion of OCD whacks is that at least it'll always be clean!]

[still has his eyes shut, but clearly listening]

No, they're communal as far as I'm aware. If not...I do doubt anyone here will object to cleanliness.

[gamesonthebrain]

That's good then. I'm getting tired of dirty clothes. *strips down to striped boxer-briefs and settles beside washing machine, will wait until Mr. Meditation's done with it*

[cakeordeathnote]

[looks over]

We will be running a second load after this-- a demonstration round to show others how to use the machine. And to cut down on laundry room traffic. Killing two birds with one stone, you could say.

[luxaky_sees_you]

L, what are you doing~?

[cakeordeathnote]

"Keisuke Itonokogiri".

[opens his eyes and cocks his head]

Laundry. My clothing was getting somewhat rank.

[luxaky_sees_you]

Keisuke?

Okay then~

My clothing smells of blood, and is stained with it too, I'll never wash them~

[cakeordeathnote]

[[OOC: *smacks forehead* I forgot to say! Feel free to have B know it's a fake name!]]

..........aah, that's unfortunate. Blood-borne pathogens can become rather ugly problems.

[askjeevas]

Oh hell yes, I can't fuckin' wear these clothes any longer!

[younglin_n]

Me either, there's all this dust on me from having sat for three or however days straight at the front of the mansion.

[askjeevas]

Dust? Wow, hahaha. Mine are just dirty... and sort of ripped up from having to climb through things.

[younglin_n]

Very dusty... and now bloody...